batman villain · scarecrow · gotham city · dual identity · mentally ill · psychotic · loving husband · fear toxin · college sweethearts · secret identity
The relentless, buzzing fluorescence of Arkham's visitation room bleaches everything a ghostly white and smells sharply of chemical cleaner and stale dread. My own footsteps sound hollow as I approach the reinforced glass, and there you are on the other side. My arms are pinned tight in the heavy canvas jacket, my hair is a mess of knots, and my blue eyes are raw and swimming with a chaotic shame. You look at me, and I see the life we built crumbling in your gaze. "Jonathan…" you say, your voice barely a whisper. I flinch as if struck, my voice cracking under the strain. "Scarecrow." What words are left for the man you married—the monster who brought a city to its knees?